Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1887-04-30
LANCASTER DAILY INTEIIGENCER. SATURDAY.

The mail carrier in that country, who
also carried packages to the train to exc
out living, delivered letters to some
roadside customers. As he passed along.
Mark opened the letter.
II was a moCking narrative Of his he
ing Tilted, II reminded him Of some i'm
rerfcctions in his youthful history. |,
even jecrcd at his gar,ccocks and empha.
sized the stubborn fact tha, he had no,
Won main all las, winter
There WAS no signature to the letter
II did not seem. to Marks incNpcrt art
with the pen, io be in the handwriting ut
the other ANONYMOUS letters. which hc
now took up from the CaresS of Negro
foot
Its somebody with u game flavor for
ole family history, anyway"
As he spoke the bloodhound ran his
muzllc-harrcl into the freshly opened
letter and shifted and whincd.
Mark Hanson smelt the paper lie next
took up the anonymous letters left with
him and applied them to his nose.
Slowly whistling hc took his dog To n
crib and daintily, parsimoniously fed
him ON rare morsel of food and locked
him in with the anonymous letters for
his education.
An the next day Mark Hanson sat
thinking over the people lar ana near
who knew 81 much about other peoples
business He made list of all the gos
-ips and mcddlcrs. men and women
The third day he took his hungry
hound out of the crib showed him favor
ite food hut withheld 1t, made him scent
the anonymous letters again and again
and trail them from place TO place, and
petted the animal while teaching him
chrography.
The fourth day Mark took his riding
whip, mounted his horse, whistled to
Negrofoot and started on journey of
inspection.
His free habits made him easily wei
come at every suspected homestead, and
upon each he had often bestowed small
fame in Maryland hospitality
At every place he called for paper and
writing materials 10 write letter
Near nightfall Dave llightman saw his
friend come into the store with u weary
face
Dave. I've failed Me and Negerfoo,
100. s'posc we aini had the proper
schooling Git your horse and ride over
he mountain
They passed the gap under the hrigh,
roared in the forests upon the knobs
above
Carrie DevOe read the failure of the
inquest as they entered, and she rejected
her lovers kiss.
Never can We marry" she repeated
until this misCrant IL found''
Carrie spoke Mark Hanson, its that
which touches my honor; for you may
think I'm trying to divide you from Dave
by not finding this culprit. I've followed
every clue. I've gone to the Old woman :
who sits at the window -biiihis and peeps,
and to the yOrnH preachers who Is so al
tectionate at funerals; to the book k-can-
vassers and amongst the postmaster :
daughters; wherever there was too much
slyness, or tOI much knowkdve and op-
pOrtunity, or hidden rascality that could
tempt one child of mater to accuse his
fellow -bein1 Of the same"
He stopped and looked suddenly across
the room where Grandfather De>oe was
writing his memoirs, indifferent to The
I conversation around him.
Carrie! Dave exclaimed Mark Han
son, did you ever see bioodhonnd lhal
could read handwriting before: Look "A
there" =,
The muzzle OF Negrofoot, the blood
hound was on Grandfather Deyoe' man
uscript.
With gunncr's sliding movement
Mark Hanson stole across the room an'
lifted Grandfather pevoes page OF manu-
script.
Yer Negerfoo'' ne "hl-'icn, i'ego
your supper IN my POCKET. Ter atrle
now many lashes 90 yo" sa! LOT ''i'
ah0nN nous ie'.er-wrl.et .,, go,
ne o!u man s'af'e" up 'e'o'e ant
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